I went down to St. James Infirmary
And I heard my baby moan.
And I felt so broken hearted.
She used to be my very own.
And I tried so hard to keep from crying.
My heart felt just like lead.
She was all that I had to live for.
Oh, I wish it was me instead.
Now she's gone, she's gone and may God bless her
Wherever she may be.
She can search this wide world over
And she'll never find a man like me.
She's gone . . . She's gone . . . She's gone.